Dear Diary,

We have more bloody babies. Angela came over with hers and when Amy arrived she had one with her that she found in a bin. How it got there I’ll never know…
The books Amy and Drew scavenged were a bit of a loss, but I worked it out. The water is running through the stream between my house and my garden, so we’re going to use that to build some sort of generator. James, who really did ace chemistry and physics is going to do most of the work.
Emma keeps having bad nightmares and screaming “Apocalypse!” in her sleep. This is affecting everyone. Made me wonder if this is a half-failed Armageddon or some sort of new-age Noah’s arc, just with God being more direct.
It’s like we’re back to the stone age again. We have to teach ourselves. Sort of like an adventure. Is it wrong that I’m excited?
The babies still won’t stop crying. We put Angela in charge of them because she kept telling us how to treat her babies. Call it rent.

-Jess